(The title is weirder than this post is.)
When I turned sixteen, something magical happened to me: I stopped being able to sleep late into the afternoon. Going along with this, I also started taking myself to bed at around 9ish. I had just finished my GCSE exams and thought I would spend my long summer sleeping off the "stress" (I revised for two subjects - Religious Studies and Geography. The rest I winged). Little did I know that the summer of 2010 would be full of rising with the sun and going to sleep long before my friends were. It made text conversations quite difficult, actually.
Since then I've been going to bed early and getting up early. Most people who know this about me are surprised and call me either an old woman or a little child. I like old woman better, since I plan to be one some day.
Earlier this month, I got a job (this is totally relevant, I promise). I had to go to a couple of training days and the first one was the most exhausting thing I've experienced since I went to the gym three years ago. It started at 9.30am and ended at 4.30pm-ish. Also, it was at my university so I had to travel there pretty early, causing me to have to be up from half six in the morning. Remember when I said I usually go to bed early and wake up early? Yeah, half six is even early for me. I'm more of an 8/9am type of girl.
Okay so I came home, full of optimism and wanting to write an essay. It's the essay portion of the first term so I've been focused on them. I managed to finish the first one in two days and thought I'd be able to knock the second one out like that. Boy, was I wrong. I turned on my laptop and couldn't find the physical will to do anything academic. Instead, I thought maybe doing some recreational writing might help loosen me up a little. I opened up my WIP.
After bleeding from my fingertips writing 300 words, I realised I was simply too tired to function. Particularly as I had just written the word 'matchinging' and couldn't for the life of me understand why it had a red squiggly line underneath.
I hauled my tired ass to bed. But really, why is writing when tired so difficult?
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